Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 83 Lin Kun's House Is Not Quiet
a few days later.

North Myanmar.

Mina returned home with that batch of goods, and after a week of ups and downs, her whole complexion was a bit sluggish.

"dad."

When Mienna saw the Eight-faced Buddha, she immediately threw herself into the arms of the Eight-faced Buddha, gave a big hug, and pointed to the horse boy behind:
"I've brought the goods back, brother, where is he?"

She brought a batch of goods in her hand, so the speed is naturally not as good as that of Miencha, who can fly directly, and she doesn't know what happened to Miencha.

"Your brother has other tasks to do."

Eight-faced Buddha smiled and patted Mienna's head: "You don't have to worry about him, you have worked hard all the way, go and rest first."

"I've already contacted you, doctor. Let's do the operation the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

The two exchanged briefly and sent Mienna away. Eight-faced Buddha reached out to open the canvas bag in front of him and checked the flour inside.

a while.

He commented: "Lin Kun's stuff is still a little something." Then he waved his hand: "Take the stuff down."

Just then.

The phone on the side rang again.

"Ok?"

Eight-faced Buddha glanced at this unused phone, and raised his hand to pick it up: "It's me."

"Eight-faced Buddha?"

On the other end of the phone, the man suppressed his voice and said, "There's something I want to talk to you about. I wonder if you're interested?"

"Talk to me?"

Eight-faced Buddha was taken aback for a moment: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

The man did not answer the Eight-faced Buddha's question: "The important thing is that I can get Miencha back to northern Myanmar without much effort."

"The most important thing is that I can let Lin Kun talk to you again about raw materials, the market on Hong Kong Island, I think you must be very interested."

"Hehe. Interesting, tell me about it."

The Eight-faced Buddha opened the stool and sat down, raised his eyebrows and glanced into the distance, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "It seems that Lin Kun's house is not quiet."

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Early in the morning.

Ji Bu got up, had breakfast with A'e, and then drove out, but he didn't go directly to Yuanyang, but took a detour.

In a public phone booth on the side of the road.

Ji Bu slipped in with a cigarette in his mouth, put in coins, dialed the number and waited, took out a lighter to light the cigarette, and the call was connected.

"Miao Sir."

After checking the codes, Ji Bu got straight to the point: "Do you still remember the eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar that I mentioned to you last time?"

"Eight-faced Buddha?"

There was the sound of closing the door from Miao Zhihua's side, followed by the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette: "Remember, a big drug lord in northern Myanmar said last time that his son Miancha came to trade with Lin Kun."

"Correct."

"The transaction is complete, did your kid break into the interior?"

"No."

Ji Bu gave a brief introduction of the situation with a smile: "Miancha wanted to cheat, but we held him down, and now he is in our hands."

"Besides, after this transaction, Lin Kun has begun to divide internally."

He recounted Lin Kun's current internal situation: "Also, I guess, the Eight-faced Buddha may come to Hong Kong Island."

"Are you sure?"

"Not sure, guess."

"Let's talk about the uncertain things at that time. The most urgent thing is to keep an eye on Lin Kun."

Miao Zhihua is not interested in the Eight-faced Buddha, he is only obsessed with Lin Kun's flour gang, and he is more concerned about whether Ji Bu has completely gained Lin Kun's trust.

But he recalled it again: "No, why are you so interested in the Eight-faced Buddha in northern Myanmar? I didn't say I wanted to catch the Eight-faced Buddha."

"Isn't this incidental?"

Seeing that Miao Zhihua was not interested, Ji Bu stopped mentioning it, and naturally skipped the topic: "I still have something to do now. Lin Kun assigned me the three streets below Liangkun, but the people in charge of these three streets seem to be a bit confused. It's not right."

"It's been a few days and no one has taken the initiative to come to me to report. I'm not conscious at all. I don't like their awareness, and I'm very unhappy."

Miao Zhihua asked back, "So?"

"so?"

Ji Bu took a mouthful of his cigarette and said, "I'm here to ask Sir Miao for help."

"You find a day to arrange some messengers to come to a big sweep, help me clean these streets, and greet them well."

There are several nightclubs in these streets, and I am afraid that the police will raid them.

"Push the street."

Miao Zhihua scolded angrily: "I just said, why are you so actively mentioning the Eight-faced Buddha to me? It turns out that you have other plans."

He groaned: "It's impossible for me, a little sheriff, to arrange things like a big sweep. You're making things difficult for me."

"joke."

Ji Bu glanced at the pedestrians on the surrounding streets, and continued to talk nonsense to Miao Zhihua: "Who doesn't know that you have a lot to do with the police station, Sir Miao. I thought of you right away."

"Eh"

Miao Zhihua sighed: "Pujie, I was tricked by your kid, and I will help you work."

"Thank you Sir."

Ji Bu bared his teeth, and after finishing the matter, he said, "By the way, buy me a toy. The budget is five hundred."

"Toys? Why buy toys?"

"For your daughter, isn't her birthday coming soon? This is my birthday present for her."

Ji Bu said casually, but he still didn't forget to tell him: "I owe you the five hundred first, let's talk first, it's only five hundred budget, I don't think it's too expensive to exceed the budget."

Miao Zhihua is divorced, but has a daughter, who is brought by his ex-wife, who is six years old this year. This is what Ji Bu saw when he checked the detailed information of his brother Ali in Stanley Prison.

"Push the street!"

Miao Zhihua laughed loudly when he heard the words, and he was in a good mood: "Then you remember, you owe me five hundred yuan, remember to pay me back."

"I owe it first."

The two briefly exchanged a few more words, Miao Zhihua told Ji Bu to be careful, and then hung up the phone.

"Birthday? Is it my daughter's birthday?"

He took the phone receiver and patted back, muttering to himself in a low voice: "When did this kid Abu remember, I don't even remember."

After making the phone call, Ji Bu got out of the phone booth, looked left and right, got into the car parked by the side of the road, stepped on the gas pedal and headed towards the company.

In the blink of an eye.

three days later.

188 Nathan Road.

Ocean Finance.

office.

Lin Kun's core team gathered together.

"Hehe, it's interesting."

Lin Kun stretched and sat on the sofa, leaning against the sofa with a relaxed posture, sinking into the soft sofa, kneading the space between his eyebrows:

"Mianchadu has been kept here for a week, and the eight-faced Buddha has not moved at all."

"He regards my place as an orphanage, and plans to keep Miencha in my place for free for a long time?"

"I read."

Duan Kun in Tsim Sha Tsui pondered for a moment: "Should we stop contacting the Eight-faced Buddha and beat him?"

"Need not."

Lin Kun waved his hand, vetoing Duan Kun's proposal: "I guess, the Eight-faced Buddha is trying to annoy me."

"Ignore him for now. General Chachai's raw materials will be harvested soon. If the Eight-faced Buddha interferes with the transportation, it will be a trouble for me."

"Liang Kun."

He raised his head and looked at Liang Kun who was standing in the corner with the gauze still on his head: "How is the injury?"

"good."

Liangkun smiled "hehe", and looked at Ji Bu standing beside him: "I have to thank Boss Ji for being gentle that day, otherwise I wouldn't be able to recover so quickly."

(End of this chapter)